humoresque no.7 – A. Dvorak

There are some songs which really bring me old memories….

I remember I tried to play this song before on the piano, but not I’ve forgotten already.

Watch it, I’m sure you’ll like it.

the malacca trip

Yes, I know I know.

Everyone in geogRAphy who has a blog already posted about the recent Malacca trip, so I know I am supposed to, thank you very much.

It was a 2 day weekend trip to Malacca, a combination of histra and geogra. (Notice that litra and histra aren’t proper words, whereas geogra-phy follows.)

Our tour guide was a smoking guy wearing (or so we suspect) a shimmering hair/wig. However, I do give him credit because he was one of the most informative tour guides I had seen, unlike those who tell me that Malaysia is the “world’s largest exporter of palm oil”, followed with a “last time it was rubber or tin”.

Talking about social harmony, the geogra and histra enjoyed a mutually neutral relationship and clearly marked borders. “Immiscible” is the word for these two distinct segregations – most clearly observed on the bus (geogra in front) and during meals.

As noble Singaporeans, the geogra team attacked food on the table within a period of 3 seconds, which was later officially titled “the 3-second rule”. Of course, being geographers, we have the unabashed spirit of adventure and discovery (and all that tends towards our superiority).

On the first day the tour guide talked loads about historical sites and so on and so forth. Mr Yuen very cleverly brought the two concepts of Malaccan history and geography together, through hidden relationships such as deriving lifestyles through graves, narrow roads (with half-foot paths), and so on.

The hotel’s view was beautiful, especially when Nicola and I were on the highest level 8. I managed to assault him her physically as we enjoyed the lovely evening, holding hands at the balcony, sipping the same cup of cocktail, and enjoyed our first kiss while gazing at the beautiful straits.

Rubbish.

I was mentally damaged because Nichola forced me to watch the Disney channel with him. (I later avenged myself by taking photos of him her sleeping) I seriously don’t know why such cute & chubby people exist… especially when he she smiles.

Oh yes, i finally learnt and remembered how to play daidee and poker. Nicola was visibly displeased and distressed at my slowness at playing poker. Hah! In the end, of course, yongy ate him up. I mean her.

The second day highlight was the oil palm plantation. I was impressed at the tremendous amount of nitrous oxides released. The nigrescent, swarthy, melanoid ejecta produced by the burning of coconut husks and seeds. The carbon cloud cannonade simply drifted off into the other parts of the atmosphere. You can only watch hopelessly at it, staring at its formless deadly beauty.

We came back to Singapore after that, and I think all of the geogra students were dead tired and couldn’t stay awake for long. Stress, stress, stress.

And now as I look at my clock, I see a 12.45 am. Call it coincidence, I always happen to see the time at 12.45am daily. It’s as if it’s a reminder that it’s time to sleep now, hey! hey!

Ah well. God bless you. I just wanted to say that.

kevin kern!!!

Hey all.

In case you didn’t know, I am a rather large fan of Kevin Kern, a half-blind musical composer. His new-age influences are particularly strong and very (very) pleasing. See for yourself then.

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